FredPeyer

Stamping License Plates

I wrote like a madman

Poured my whole soul into it

At least what I thought was my soul

Didn’t answer the phone

Forgot to shave and didn’t brush my teeth

Struggled to find my muse in the bottle

Only to get drunk earlier than usual

Strived to make great literature

Out of the mad scramble

Sloshing around in my head

As a dirty stray dog stuck his head

Through the hole in my front-door screen

I thought of the women I had been with

Their thighs, buttocks, and breasts

Their soft warm skin and shrill laughter

There might be a line or two in it

Sex always works, even in a poem

That is supposed to be literature

Maybe I should rot in prison

With a life sentence as an

Accessory to murdering art

Spend my days stamping license plates

Instead of harboring the illusion

Of being a creator of literature

Comments5

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Fred,
    This is quite interesting & fun
    enjoyed through and through
    you have successfully created
    something better than a license
    plate, & you are an artist,
    thanks for sharing,
    Be well, Sir...*CāœŒšŸ™‚

    • FredPeyer

      Thank you Claudelle, to be told I am an artist by an artist of your caliber is humbling! Mahalo!

    • dusk arising

      I sit here impressed, in my cell the sewing of tea-bags cannot compare with the macho of number plates.... envious.... maybe i should try a more serious crime next time.

      • FredPeyer

        Thank you da, the way You write they would never put you in jail, they would give you a medal!

      • orchidee

        A fine write Fred. w may go barmy if in a factory, such as putting on bottle tops all day, and nothing more. Though a robot usually does that now.
        Talking of robots, and non-living things, I felt sorry for a lamp-post out on a winter's night one day. They'll take me away soon - men in white coats! lol.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Orchie, don't feel sorry for lamp-posts. At least they are still standing, don't have to worry about any virus, and have no mortgage to pay!

          • orchidee

            Thanks Fred. Oohh, let's take up a career, or come of retirement, and be a lamp-post then! heehee.

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          • rrodriguez

            Enjoyed reading Stamping License . I thought it was a confessional poem. Nicely written.

            • FredPeyer

              Mahalo rr, the only thing I will confess to is bad writing! :-)

              • rrodriguez

                Fred, we're are doing our best, however, we do pour our heart into what we write and do our best to convey our thoughts and feelings.

              • Neville

                this is so much bigger and far better than you might give yourself credit for my friend... License plate stamping nah...

                gimme thighs, buttocks n breasts any day of the week... stay safe Fred.... Neville

                • FredPeyer

                  Thanks Neville, I do hope you will get all the t,b&b you can handle!!!
                  Take care!

                  • Neville

                    Bless ya.... you too..



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